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“Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future And time future contained in time past. If all time is eternally present All time is unredeemable. What might have been is an abstraction Remaining a perpetual possibility Only in a world of speculation. What might have been and what has been Point to one end, which is always present.”

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Four Quartets

T.S. Eliot's Four Quartets is a profound and complex work that delves into the nature of existence, the passage of time, and the search for meaning in a chaotic world. The collection consists of four poems: 'Burnt Norton,' 'East Coker,' 'The Dry Salvages,' and 'Little Gidding.' These poems are known for their rich symbolism, philosophical depth, and musicality, making them a cornerstone of modern poetry. more

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T.S. Eliot

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